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 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
What is it makes the Universe of God
So wondrous seem this day? 'Tis always fair,
Balm-breathing, glorious, like a monarch throned
Or priest who kneels gold-vested by God's altar
Offering to God man's praise. 'Tis always great:
Though we discern its greatness but in glimpses;
This day that greatness grows to palpable;
This day anticipates those heavens and earth
That shall be when immortalizing Death
Removes for us their veil. Again I feel
As when, a seven-years child, near Carleol
I stood 'mid those who kept their Pentecost
And gazed on great St. Cuthbert's reverend Face,
And saw therein all heaven.
So wondrous seem this day? 'Tis always fair,
Balm-breathing, glorious, like a monarch throned
Or priest who kneels gold-vested by God's altar
Offering to God man's praise. 'Tis always great:
Though we discern its greatness but in glimpses;
This day that greatness grows to palpable;
This day anticipates those heavens and earth
That shall be when immortalizing Death
Removes for us their veil. Again I feel
As when, a seven-years child, near Carleol
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And gazed on great St. Cuthbert's reverend Face,
And saw therein all heaven.
| The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | |